Man, I have to keep this updated! My name is Mike Wigal. Now I'm 64 and live in Petaluma, CA sharing an apartment with my son, Mick, and granddog Luquillo. I still travel a lot and ponder a lot. I hope to share this journey with you if I can get over my laziness and temptation to post my rapier-like wit on the hated Facebook instead of here. Welcome!

About Me

A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Mike, I could not have agreed more with your post. I just read back on your blog a bit (I must admit I haven't really kept up with you until lately)...in fact, I didn't even realize you were going in to the Peace Corps! Good luck selling your house. I'm sorry your dog died. Despite all of your losses...it appears you really are serious about risking your life through challenges and adventures. I sure hope it will all work out for you:)